Feels like living outside of your body, staring as time and tide washed it away. Watching as the waves stringed the puppet that is your body, watching as they crashed the battered figure against the majectic boulders that stand tall in the sea.
But what was it in the past that made us moan and complain. Times of imperfection that glow the warmth of beautiful perfection, the dust over the paintings of past are only gold in disguise. Shimmer in the sunlight, oh what foolish creatures men are. Sometimes, the yearning for something more than what we could contain, more than what we are, seemed strangely the dreams of fools. The simple things in life hold the only key to what we desire, but we gave up that key in exchange for the chests of treasure. Walk the lonely path, tears run dry, but memories won't go. Even the rain didn't help this time.
Sniff, sniff.
I guess I just have a runny nose.
posted by cigarettelove @ 8:43 AM
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